by  L J Frank

 

rolling clouds

pregnant

a burst of showers

an evening rain

soaks the mountains

rivulets merge into torrents

a flow etches the mountainside

falling water splashes

over a boulder

ripples in a reflective pool 

the morning is wet with life

language, form and meaning

open to question

yet, when I see a mariposa 

light upon a flower in a mist 

a smile crosses my face

a metaphor takes shape

adoration, affection and lust

words cannot express

the meaning of her pleasures

I meditate upon her intimate touch

being-ness is an embrace.